Fusion Dream

Fusion Dream
Laurinda Lind

Bones that were sleeved
up to the elbow with light
reached across a dead earth
so they could make more
marrow, so they could lock
to the land and we could try
to be strong. Tomorrow we’ll
fan across the waking country
in feathers that are colored
like everything, like wings
or sleeves of wind, as if we
brought a second heart
to hold the kinds of things
that could only say pain.